adventuring

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I can’t sleep, again, so got up to read. I am presently reading 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. Murakami has a delicious talent for describing the most tedious, dull, everyday moments in a most magical and enthralling way. Well, I find it magical, anyway, but after skimming a few of the reviews for this book I noticed lots of his readers find it anywhere from amusing to tiresome.

I’ve read a few of his novels now and, while this is not may favourite, I am enjoying it. It is around 1000 pages though, so is setting me back in my third annual quest to read 50 books. Althought I just checked and, according to Goodreads, I am two books ahead of schedule (currently at 40 of 50 books). I love Goodreads.

I also could not sleep last night. This did not stand me in good stead for our 10:00am scheduled “bushwalk,” which turned out to be less of a walk and more of a climb. A mountain climb.

We were invited by our relatively new friends Matt and Rachael. I expressed my apprehension last night to Matt, citing my complete and absolute lack of health and fitness. “Nah, you seriously don’t even need to worry,” he earnestly reassured me. “We aren’t that fit either. We take it easy and enjoy the scenery. I swear on your life that I am not blatantly lying right into your worried eyes about how hard this will be and how very much your body will not ever forgive you.”

Josh and Kylie came also. I am so, so glad Kylie was there. We lagged behind the others, generally with not enough breath to actually talk or try to encourage each other, but at least we were not alone in our gasping and sweating and moaning (while the others flounced ahead of us with light jokings and easy laughings the entire time).

[Edited to add 5 minutes after posting: I just re-read the gasping, sweating, moaning bit and lol. u know what I mean though. don’t be gross.]

Josh did have a quite large rock, dislodged by climbers above, bounce off his chest though. If it had been his face he might be dead now. So that’s.. yes.

The view was a bit of alright though.

Spicers Gap

It took us all day. You’d think after that adventure, and a total of three hours sleep the night prior, that I’d be dead to the world right now, at 1:44am, but no. No, this universe is not just.

Brenton and I took a two week holiday this month; first holiday in for ever! On Tuesday 7th we flew down to Melbourne for a couple days and stayed in the Grand Hyatt. Whoa luxury. I was still in pain and recovering from surgery so didn’t get to do much. Wednesday I spent the entire day in bed in the room, watching TV and ordering room service, while Brenton went visiting. It was pretty indulgent but also felt a bit of a waste; spending a whole day in bed watching TV which is what I could do at home anyway.

room service

I think it helped speed up my recovery though. Thursday we flew to Launceston and picked up a hire car. Thus began a week and a half of driving around checking out Tasmania. Launceston was like a country town. Isn’t it supposed to be Tassie’s second biggest city? Then I learned that the whole of Tasmania consists of 500,000 people. The whole state! There are four times as many people just in the city of Brisbane! We visited a seahorse farm (they had weedy seadragons!) and lots of wineries, which all had white wine and Pinot Noir. When Brenton voiced his disappointment there was no Shiraz, one lady directed us down a crazy dirt road to get to the only winery that made Shiraz, run by a brain-fried hippy with constant psychedelic word vomit. He called us squares. SQUARES. Us! We went down to Cradle Mountain and stayed at a lakeside lodge so we could check out some national parks and do some walks. We walked around lake Dove, which took three hours (I was pretty sore by the end of that). Brenton got pretty badly sunburned. So much for the Antarctic sun being weak and ineffectual (Brenton insisted on referring to Tasmania as practically Antarctica the whole time we were there).

Lake Dove Cradle Mountain

The landscape around Cradle Mountain wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen before; so different to the rest of Australia. Striking. Lots of red shrubbiness (coral fern?), underground rivers with sinkholes and craggy broken mountaintops which every now and then would suddenly break into lush rainforests or yellow grasslands. We saw two wild echidnas which was pretty amazing. There were lots of wombats around too; unfortunately the only ones I saw were dead on the side of roads 🙁

After a couple days in the west we drove over to Freycinet, which took almost all day, passing fields and fields of flowering poppies within arm’s reach of the roads we were on. Yes, there were lots of “Keep Out” signs but I just couldn’t get over it. One person told us they were monitored by satellite cameras, another by laser counters, so we didn’t get too close.

We stayed at Freycinet for two nights, taking a walk up a mountain with an amazing view of Wineglass Bay. By this point I wasn’t in any more pain at all. Hooray!

Drove down to Hobart and met up with some friends who took us to the MONA festival which happened to be on and is apparently a big deal in Tasmania. Checked out the Cascade brewery. Went to the MONA gallery which was spectacular. The day after we drove up to Port Arthur to check out haunted ruins and convict history. It was pretty cool. Also we didn’t get massacred, which was nice.

For our last day we drove to Bothwell to visit the Nant distillery, in which Brenton had invested. We got some pretty special treatment (had dinner in the restaurant as the only patrons and had four staff running around just for us). The dinner was one of the best I’ve had ever, and the courses were matched with different whiskies, which was fun.

Came home and went back to work the very next day, where there were 200+ emails waiting my attention. Yay!

Last night I went out to eat Korean food and drink copious beer with Brenton and his friend Marnie, whom I had heard thought I hated her? So I went to dispel this erroneous notion, only to have it confirmed.

O that is not true. We had lots of fun whilst out drinking beer. We ended up at Brew in the city and talking about DMT. Marnie had never tried it and her partner Ben apparently really, really loved it, and this was causing some contention in their relationship. Somehow I convinced her it wasn’t terrifying and she agreed she’d try it… right now! Oops not what I expected… buuuut… okay! ^_^

So we went back to Brenton’s. During the drive and after we arrived I was observing interactions between Marnie and Ben with a kind of quiet shock. They were so often aggressive and unpleasant; everything between them seemed an opportunity to gain an emotional advantage over the other. The thing that really got me though was how disingenuous it all was. Sneakily snarky, like they didn’t want to admit (even to themselves, probably) how petty they were being.

Anyway, we smoked some changa. My first dose was pretty light so I had very vague visuals, but still managed to be fully immersed in them.. a pink geometric field being danced upon by a happy fairy. As soon as it was over I wanted to go again.

My second time I fell immediately deeply, which highlighted how light a dose my first time had been. The visuals were right up in my experience and so very vivid and crisp. Very bold colours and shifting patterns of such clarity. I had the feeling that an electrical current was flowing into my mouth and through my body. As I noticed this, the patterns formed a long tunnel stretching from infinity into my mouth. It was being presided over by a benign female being, who was watching over my experience. There were other beings moving around just outside my peripheral vision; I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were all filled with joy. It filled me with joy too :3 Gradually they all began moving to my left, and I turned my head so I could follow them, but couldn’t. They were gone, and I opened my eyes grinning and giggling and so happy.

So of course I wanted to go again. O dear, I should have known better. The third time was just as strong and immersive as the second, and really very similar visually, but this time it was unpleasant, uncomfortable and frightening. All the same beings were there, including the presiding female.. but she was no longer benign. The peripheral beings were crowded around my head, murmuring malevolently. They were pressing down on me so I couldn’t breathe. The electricity was painful rather than stimulating.

What do you dooooo with a horrible trip? Open your eyes and it all goes away. One split second later I was happy as anything again.

I think there is just a tendency for this to happen the longer you smoke it, so it would probably be a good idea from now on to quit while I’m ahead. Because the lovely experiences were really, really lovely.

This could easily become a weekend summary blog, with every post entitled “What I did on the weekend” and dated Monday. Not such a bad thing when every other post would begin and end with “I worked today.”

Thursday night we went ten-pin bowling with Seb and three other people. We played two rounds and by the end of it my right arm was limp and exhausted and I’d come last both times. Like, way last. It was a lot of fun though.

Friday I had one private practice client. I’ve seen him 8 times now, and he has improved amazingly much so we are going to fortnightly sessions. I have two other current clients, one of whom I already see fortnightly, and one who cancelled her last appointment due to measles and hasn’t rebooked. I’m sure she will… but it means not many sessions and I haven’t gotten any new clients since these three.

Friday night was drinking at Brenton’s, I think, with Tom and Jimmy. I think? I’m having difficulty recalling if it was that night. Anyway it was fun. I was pretty hungover Saturday. We went shopping in the city. Sometimes I wonder what is the point of living in a capital city when I so hardly ever visit the CBD. My world consists of inner suburbs – Kedron to Wooloowin to Nundah to Woolloongabba and back.

Was supposed to go to Storm’s houseparty but watched movies at home instead. Regretface cuz Storm said it was pretty great.

Sunday night was a party at this girl Star’s house in Wooloowin. She had a staffy and 100% nicotine (yikes). I tried to give Darren my boots but they wouldn’t fit him. I drew pictures of unicorns in my journal while drinking too much moonshine.

Today (Monday) we went to see the new house that Brenton’s parents just bought in New Farm. It was very swanky and they’re looking to rent it out for $1600 per week. Do people really pay that much in rent because I am baffled. Afterwards we went to a ribs place for lunch where I didn’t share the wine but was still able to get along with them pretty great (we almost always drink with his pars so it was hard to tell if it’d be as comfortable sober).

That evening Storm and Ticket came over for banana liqueur & cider & we made garlic bread & roast vegetables and watched The Intouchables and talked a buncha crap. Storm and Ticket seemed really happy and we all laughed a lot.

I wonder if I seem happy. Am I happy? My life seems to be on a bit of a plateau. I’m not even sure. I’m not unhappy, though.

Brenton’s birthday present to me was to go away for the weekend, to Mt Tambouriiiiine.

I had one client Friday morning and we drove down in the afternoon. Well, I did, since Brenton had had surgery on his hand the day prior and was in an enormous cast and on all kinds of pain meds.

The first night we went to Clancy’s Irish Bar & Restaurant but were half an hour late for getting horrifically lost while using crazy artistically drawn maps. They were really busy but still had our table, yay! I had sausages and mash with onion gravy and peas. I can’t remember what Brenton had because mine was so fantastic. The staff were very abrupt though, and Brenton and I debated whether it was because they were so busy or because they hated tourists encroaching on their adorable town. I know from experience that locals of adorable towns hate tourists, despite the money they bring, for turning their adorable towns into junk shops, because the only place tourists spend money is junk shops. Since the whole reason we went to this restaurant was because we’d heard it was a great place for locals, well…

We went home and drank a bottle of wine and took pain meds. We had no TV in our room and no internet, so we chatted while I drew in my sketchbook a picture of a maiden with her head in the lap of a unicorn. We talked about open relationships and how, while I believe wholeheartedly in them and know they can work for me, it isn’t a requisite that I be in one.. something that had been bothering him a bit. I am happy with Brenton and only, though, so is okay.

The next day we had breakfast in bed brought us by the owner of the establishment (so good and why don’t I have this every day I deserve it), and then went out adventuring. We visited Heritage Wines, Witches Falls winery, the distillery, the brewery and cheese making factory, the fudge shop and some other shoppes.

The people at the Tambourine Mountain Distillery were rude as ever. I hate going there. The woman was like “Only 6 tastings between you! Oh what, you’re sharing? That’s not how I said to do it!” Their signs are also rude, they’re all “No parking!” and “No tours!” and “No access!” and “What are you even doing here? Get out!” but I love their liqueurs so much 🙁

The next day, while on Gallery Walk, these touts gave us scratchies; “At the least you’ll get a free dinner.” I took them to be polite but they wanted us to scratch them then and there. When the guy who gave them to us saw it he seemed shocked, “Oh, my god. you just won me a $50 bonus, you got the big prize!” Uh, okay, Mr Scammy McScammerson. The big prize was one of $2000, a holiday, or an LCD TV. We had to give them a $20 deposit which we’d get back after watching a 90 minute presentation.

Whatever, we did it. The presentation was some sales-people trying to convince us that timeshare holidaying is the best thing ever. We said no, and still got our prize, which was the holiday. So sometime in the next year Brenton and I will be going to Phuket.

Why do I get drunk the night prior to enormous plans like a day at the beach.

Well I woke up feeling like crap. ORLY. Marie was still on the couch, disgustingly chirpy and entertained by my misery. We went to Hungry Jacks for a breakfast that I couldn’t really eat and then to meet Storm in the city.

Storm was late, of course, so Marie decided to record a conversation. She neglected to tell me, however, that she was going to post it on the internet (o she deleted her blog so I’m removing the link). but it’s funny and I’m a narcissist so it’s okay.

So Storm and I went to the beach, Surfer’s Paradise. It was a pretty much perfect day, I was really hungover though and spent most of it complaining. Eventually we went into the water and it was lovelie and when I came out… I felt 100% fine! All I needed was submersion in the ocean.

Afterwards we went to Mosburger for delicious burgers and then to look at the funny beach markets and gosh.. it was a really nice day. Storm was wonderful company.

We talked a lot. I’m still thinking about what we talked about. I’ll post about it sometime.

I used to have lots of idiosyncratic ways of spelling things: th for the, ending y-ending words with -ie, never capitalising contractions of I (i’d, i’ve, i’ll) – never capitalising anything, in fact. I guess I now value readability over individuality, or something. I think I’m now, in my thirties, much more personable and much less weird than I was in my adolescence and twenties. More self accepting, less trying.

This weekend

Friday night was spent at Brenton’s, Josh and Seb came over, and we watched David Attenborough, talked statistics, ate ravioli and drank wine (Josh & I, that is – Seb generally does not, and Brenton is doing a dry month).

Satyrday I went to Bunnings and bought a bunch of new pots and a new hanging plant and spent some time patio gardening. I simply love my patio garden. Many of the plants I’ve grown from cuttings.

That night Brenton took me to a world music event in Kangaroo Point; the main event being Dya Singh. He was amusing and the whole event was much more fantastical than expected. Two songs involved the didgeridoo!

Afterwards we went to Sitar for, oh god, most delicimous Indian fudz. Paneer Tikka Masala :3

Sunday was spent doing the work on dazelie and unpuppet mentioned in the previous entry. Exhausting, so much time spent sitting on the computer, but rewarding.

Finally wide-awakedly got up to take an avil at 3am. I must have fallen asleep right away, as 10 actual minutes later I received an SMS from Vicki that I didn’t even hear though the phone was right by my head. Go Avil!

Slept until 7am when the jackhammering began yet again. I was so sure they wouldn’t continue 7am drilling on a weekend, but no. I overestimated the kindness of strangers. The worst thing is they only did it for an hour before being silent the rest of the day. Really? They just had to do their 1hour of jammering at 7am? THANKS GUISE.

Met Vicki and her friend Paul for breakfast at Moray Cafe, tried eggs benedict for the first time in my life, and hated it, but Jason let me swap (yay foodsharing!). Vicki informed me she found a nearly full Entertainment Book on the road, and that it included 2for1 tickets to Alma Park Zoo. Zoo? Zoo! ZOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!

So we went to the zoo. They had marmosets and I am now completely and utterly in adore with marmosets, marmosets. They also had red pandas 🙂

Went back to Vicki & Chelle’s for further drinx and to see if Vicki’s corset would work with her bridesmaid’s dress, which it didn’t, really. I thought it loooked great but she has to match perfectly with the other bridesmaids. doh. Weddings are weird.

Went home for a nap before going out to Cyber City for giant beers and pool with a girl called Laura whom Jason had met on the Internet. She was reeeeeally quiet, or shy or something. We came back to our place for further drinx and to play Sex Maniacs (silly, silly board game) and stayed up till 3am again. It was okay, but a bit dull. The dangers of meeting people off the internet, I guess.

Oh one more zoo thing. They used to have some critically endangered Tamarin monkeys, but the cage was empty with flowers out front. When we asked them why, they told us that the pregnant female had been stolen and her partner had been beaten to death.

Storm had found a traditional Korean bathhouse in Brisbane; the closest thing around to what we experienced in Japan. of course nothing here could compare to that, it was just absolutely amazing, but finding anything remotely similar in brisbane was pretty exciting. So she came & picked me up from work to go straight there.

And it is within walking distance from work! For $19 you can spend as long there as you like. They have the sit down showers I loved so much, two spas, hot and cold, and a sauna. The atmosphere was sorely lacking, but it was great fun. Swimwear was permitted but most people were nude.

Storm asked me if we hadn’t been to the one in Japan would I have felt as comfortable going nude. I think I would, because I tend to be pretty comfortable with nudity and my body. Actually I think I made a comment in a recent post about the absurdity of nude-shyness.. so nevermind. Gosh it’s only been like a week and I’m repeating myself already!

She also convinced me to start saving for our trip to Asia (namely India and Tibet), and recommended weekly grocery shopping as a way of doing so. She was pretty appalled when I told her how often we eat out (every meal) and how much it costs to live that way per week. Something like:

Weeknights
$24: $6 average per workday for lunches
$50: $15-$20 3 nights for takeaway dinner (leftovers the other 2 nights)

Weekends
$30: two breakfasts
$20: two lunches
$60: two dinners

Total
$184 per week

This is pretty conservative. And it doesn’t include alcohol. Or chocolate.

So I was feeling inspired, and thought I’d make a meal plan for a whole week, write a list of all the ingredients I’d need for that plan… and.. ah hell I’m not even going to get that far, am I. Is that really what people do? ugh BORING.

got back the results for the personality exam for which I never studied. 3% above the mean.
but you can tell by the way i didn’t specify that i’m not happy with it.

yesterday was Nia’s birthday.
she’d told me to come over at 6pm.
class finished at 1pm, so I went to a computer lab to start my stats report, since i’d so much time. after what felt like an hour or so, I looked at the clock.. and noticed it’d been nearly four! hours. I barely had time to go home, change, and get to Nia’s on time. actually I didn’t, I was late.

we went to Montezumas for dinner.. I think there were around 10 of us. I had three drinks, spent most of it wishing I wasn’t there. Nia was already plastered by the time we got back to her place, and wanted to go out. ee. I wanted to go home. Adraia wanted to go to bed, so we cast each other sympathetic glances every now and then. I had two more drinks but didn’t feel like drinking so they had no effect. a boy i’d never met before taught me how to play a card game I can’t remember the name of and can’t remember how to play. I didn’t like this boy, he was decidedly sleazy.
in the bathroom a girl i’d also never met before said, “do you like him?”
I said no.
she said, “I think he likes you. do you know how old he is?”
I said no. she smirked. later I understood, as she made several cutting remarks about his past questionable relationships with much younger girls. she was also sure to tell everyone his age (twenty-eight!), which he seemed to find very annoying. but anyway. i’d started avoiding him by then, as quite a few times he touched me inappropriately. lol. that’s such a hilarious thing to say! well in the 24hour pancake cafe I know he refrained from sitting until I did so he could sit next to me. especially when twice I felt his hand on my knee. I kicked him in the shin both times and he removed it.

later, in the casino, I made a frightful error. I was standing next to Nia near the bar, watching the band, when a very tall boy swaggered up to us with what I gathered was an attempted disarming grin but what nerves turned into an gawky grimace. he didn’t even say anything, just stood there, directly in our line of vision, bouncing his eyes between us with a beer in his hand. I pointedly rolled my eyes and walked away, finding Stan (whom I felt quite comfortable with as his face was so smile creased) and standing with him. unfortunately he’d been standing with Sleazy, who somehow figured that i’d come to stand with him, that I was pretending he was my partner, for crying out loud, in order to rebuff the eye-bouncer (as if my obvious snub hadn’t been rebuffal enough). everyone was laughing at it, you see, crying “what a classic!” and the like, and Sleazy, absolutely guffawing in delight, put his arm around me. I made some exclamation of disgust and went back to Nia (the eye-bouncer had left in humiliated shame directly after the rebuffal). too late! he got it into his head I simply couldn’t resist him, or something.

around 3am Stan finally drove us home. Nia’d told me at the beginning of the night to sleep on the couch, which was fine, as i’d done so a few times. fine, that is, until I found out that Sleazy would be sleeping directly under the couch on a mattress. I had several simultaneous heart attacks upon learning this, and several more when he smiled at me after informing me.
I immediately located Nia and told her i’d be taking a taxi home. Nia, being astonishingly drunk, burst into heart-hurt tears. GOD. I HATE drunk people. “okokok!” I cried. “bus in the morning, then! I love buses in the morning!”
after everyone else had left, and she and Sandy had locked their doors, we were left sitting on the couch.
he said, “I couldn’t possibly sleep right now.”
I said, “me, neither,” got up and sat outside until I was sure he was asleep. I came back in and sat on the couch for 465906 hours.. actually I must’ve slept because at 6am I noticed I was lying down.
Adraia, that traitor, drove me halfway home at 7am on her way to class.
traitor because i’d initially said, after the card game and such, “allllllllright, i’ll go out if you do,” since neither of us really wanted to but Nia would’ve burst into heart-hurt tears if we hadn’t, and she agreed. she came with us to the bus station, then turned around and said, “actually, I think I am too tired after all. i’m going home. have funn!”

she told me to come over on Friday and go out with her and Enna. I said I would, but! you know how last time I said i’d never go out again? well I still mean it.. I only did this time ’cause it was a birthday. AND IT’S ONLY STRENGTHENED MY RESOLVE.

k, now today: met Tanya, Celine, and Charmaine (another French girl) to go shopping at Stones Corner, a street with a million clothing shops. Charmaine had wanted a makeover, so half the day was spent looking for a new outfit and makeup for her. of course no one knows makeup as well as I! so I taught her how to put it on, later. if she would only pluck her eyebrows… anyway! I bought a jacket for $10. this took from 10:30am to 4pm.

then I came home and watched TV. then at 8:15 we were supposed to go to the traffic light partie. so I went to Tanya’s but she wasn’t home, so I went to Celine’s. and was there when.. the power went out! so everyone in the complex, which is like 50 people, gathered in the courtyard with candles and played eye spy and ate jelliebabies. and I won eyespy 6 times, more than anyone, but that meant I kept having to think of things to spy, but it was dark! so there was nothing to spy!

at 10pm I, Celine, Charmaine, Anna (Swedish), Auriele (French), Nellie (French) and Greg (Melbournian!) caught the bus to the citie. there are easily more International students at Griffith Glen than Australians. anyway. we went to a club where I had 2 Jack&Cokes, then another club where I had 3 Jack&Cokes and 2 tequila shots, then back to the first club where I didn’t have anything, then to a third club where I had a lemon ruskie. boys in clubs: if you answer his hi, he slides his arm ’round your waist. some pretend they’re dancing with you till you acknowledge them (a 0.4586second glance will do).

now. Charmaine: only strange because she’s not Australian, in that she Doesn’t smile every time she catches your glance! gorgeous! but with huge eyebrows. worries a lot about her hips being too big! rudely snubbed a very nice boy. other people do that? I forget what she’s studying..Anna: third year environmental engineering. very brash and loveable, gosh! has a desperate need to hug someone every 5 minutes or so, even strangers. pulled me through crowds of dancers by my belt, offered her phone number to a bouncer. makes lifelong friends in one second. probably the nicest/funnest person i’ve met.Auriele: also third year, I think, or just as loud as a third year. great dancer, I watched her a lot. recently lost a lot of weight and made a big deal about not eating black-out lollies, but then ate pizza! and.. she picked the kind of music I like by my hairstyle!Nellie: had just arrived in Australia from France about an hour before we left. very quiet, stood on the sidelines smoking all night, then left early. I don’t remember speaking to her at all..Greg: what a shy boy! Celine asked him a long because he didn’t seem to know anyone, not expecting him to come, but he tagged along like a puppy. bought me a drink and was very cute when I tried to give him the money for it. first year, electrical engineering.

I woke up at 6:30 dreaming that i’d slept past checkout time. how sillie. i’d set the airconditioner to 30degrees celsius but still had to have two doonas. so so so.

I checked out and put my semi-suitcase back in the locker. then wandered around until time to go home, having breakfast and buying clothes and taking photos and getting lost. everyone kept ringing me but i’d forgotten to bring my phone charger so had to just turn it off. an enormously fat boy complimented my camera. I only got lost once and that was in an 8story department store.

nearly fell asleep on the train to the airport. took pictures of the graffiti that covers the walls 6feet up all along the million kilometre tracks. mistakenly got into the wrong queue to check in, then mistakenly went to the wrong boarding gate. but! got on the right plane! eventually. and it was almost empty so I had 8 rows all to myself, except there were around 90 shrieking babies on board.

arrived home to 300 emails! i’d forgotten to reregister xentrik.net so did that right away. i’ve lots of business stuff to do still but will tomorrow (in between studying, of coursssse).
mmm.

just got home from the Powderfinger show! they played hardly any new songs, for which I am thankful, and pick you up and my happiness, for which I am joyous. or was. John Butler Trio played as well, yay. and an anonymous stranger passed me a joint, there must have been 70 going around. just as I was leaving I used up the remainder of my memory on a silly movie. some parts are so wobblie ’cause I was jumping up and down (sorry, it’s no longer available here).

afterwards was the best part. there were millions of people clogging the streets around the amphitheatre.
but now i’m going to bed.

for the past week work kept ringing me up and saying “don’t come in tonight, there are no bookings.” it’s been terribly unbusy, so tonight it was just me and one waiter. and! it was so busy that I had to help wait! which was kind of fun. but i’ve a headache and had to get daydream to pick me up ’cause I was too tired to walk home.

today I went to Tjapukai! it was great fun, and I took pictures. it’s an aboriginal theme park with all these culturally educational shows and stuff. my whole anthropology class had to go, and they taught us how to throw spears and boomerangs and play the didgeridoo. I fell half in love with the didgeridoo guy, he was great and so little and had his hair painted white.

then I had to rush back to uni right after and give my presentation. if I hadn’t gotten a lift with the girl with blue dreadlocks i’d never have made it in time. it went okay, except my un-partner did the same article she knew I was going to do, and she was supposed to do a different one, so we both probably lost marks for that. I knew I didn’t like her for good reason.

What is this mess

O hey, hi my darling. I’m overocea & this is my journal. I’ve vowed to note my everyday inconsequence indefinitely, so that I can read it when I’m 80. I expect it to be hideously boring to anyone except an 80year old me.